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The worst day of the month. With 
. As of 15:45hrs, it went down yet again…
I spent more time than ever toying, resetting and praying that things might come on and stay on.
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Here we go again…
Can’t get anything done, keep losing work done when the data-jiggling, number-crunching erks at the 
, get it wrong again.
Sorry, I got to rush with this; it’s gonna be sparse today.
I’m already depressed about losing the telephone landline and Emergency Alarm connection. The tumble has left me with 
giving me grief and a massive bruise on my forehead… I think that was just a plea for sympathy; it’s just a tiny scratch, Hehehe!
No wash or shave yet again today! Apart from the bother and hassle of doing it, I now think that maybe I’m deliberately leaving the hot tap (faucet) running so I can have an excuse not to run the gauntlet of effort and pain in getting my ablutionalisationings done? Hahaha!
In the late afternoon, the Oligarchial 
got a signal through as 
arrived. He took the sunset photos on his mobile phone, and I took some with 
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Worra Day!
Ist photo of the day.
Oh, dear, the kitchen view shot went wrong. Haha!.
Ah, that’s a bit better!
Nocturnal Pouch.
Medicationings.
Mug of tea.
Blue & grey mix in the clouds and sky.
Kodak Tim is in night mode.
This one was in sunset mode.
2nd and last mug of tea is allowed.
Nosh sorted it out.
Taste: 6/10.
Followed by a Christmas Tree ice cream lolly.
Taste Rating: 9/10.
Sorry for the things missing.
As I said before…
Worra Life!
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The Ablutioning sessions, of which there were many, were all unpleasant affairs, with 
being in full control throughout.
told her this morning. Bless him, of my problem. It turns out, that many other tenants have the same problem and are telephone and Panic-Alarmless, just like what I am. She had rung Virgin about the situation, and got a reply, 
from 
Mainly due to my jealousy of how much Mr Fries gets for letting such things happen, and still gets his million in slaty and bonuses. I did read that during the Covid period, he got a $1m monthly bonus! $62m a year! Jealous? Me? Spit! Especially as he left me in the shit! 
from sending people out to fit them, hasn’t it? Further proof of my suspicion of the smoke and mirrors, thaumaturgy, number-crunching, figure-shuffling, illusion, deception, and hocus-pocusing, that is a daily part of their activities. I’m glad I got that off of my chest… just waiting for the incoming 
Great balls of fire! I nearly took a decent shot of the early morning view from the kitchen window… Wow!
for two hours”, my spirits sank to a new depth.
Scumballs!
Why did I take this one?
And what was this one of?
Got the waste bags sorted.
Then the Asda order arrived.
Bad news on the tomatoes. They were Spanish and bitter foul tasting. I wish they’d say where they were from on the internet listings!
Wonder how many will have black spots on the this time?
Bottom freezer draw.
Middle freezer draw.
Top food cupboard.
Bottom food cupboard.
Teatime views. 
An odd bit of blue on the clouds? Pretty though!
Curried beans, tomato passata, with
I got a mite carried away with the seasoning?
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Not so good, a little too dark again. 
, and I go down or trip over something, or into something again this week. I
fetched my up-to-date modern Nokia 
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But had to change plans as the need for the Porcelain Throne arose. Off to the wet room, naturally taking Nokia Nelly with me, and of course. As soon as I started hobbling any distance, the terrible twins, 
started the odd bit of botherisationing. The third time, 
done before the Carer came; it was only about 05:30hrs, and the Carers usually come later on weekends. So I did!
No intention of having a shower; why? I’ll tell Ayer… When I struggled to get the diabetic socks off, flakes of skin shot all over the wet room, and are a bugger to get up from the floor due to the non-slip surface. If I had gone in the shower, there was so much skin peeling off it may well have blocked the drain. 
I sorted through the medications to find something to put on the flaking skin on both my legs, forehead, and chin. I tried the 
Sudocrem cream. No good!
legs? Hehe! Seriously, they were so skinny for a change.
I put some of the cream on the legs and will ask whoever the Carer is if they can manage okay to get the
& diabetic socks back on for me. By the time I cleaned the legs up, they looked a bit better to me.
I was about to sort out which of the many varieties of old men’s nappies I had in stock, but the innards urged me to change plans and get back down post-haste to the WC seat without any delay. So I 
did. But the came out was the longest-ever blast of wind?
for the larger ones this time, the Morrisons Unisex type. What a farce it was getting them on! I kid you not! 
I utilised the small picker-upperer, trying to take care not to split the fabric of the pants with the sharp end. Again, not easy… in fact, I made such a mess that I was on the verge of leaving the damned pants off! But daren’t, in case I get a bleed from both 
at the same time as 
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along with 
, and is famous for having me over, the no warning 
routine. Now, of course, these are joined by the
to cope with. But, also, it was him that got shot, and bending him is even more painful! I haul him up and try to hold him there while reaching for the short picker-upperer to hold open enough room to get the foot in the pants. 
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is because it is! Particularly Today! I managed, in response to a mini-leg-dance from the right leg, I tore the PP right down and did consider crying at the time. I had to get another pair of PPs and start all over again… 
getting the PPs on. What a mess! However, getting the fresh PPs on did go much better… just as painful, mind you.
With all the flipping, kerfuffling and cleaning up, I think the session took me well over two hours! Fortuitously, the Carer arrived late, it being the weekend, so I didn’t miss her coming. 
Then the innards gurgled, and wind escaped from my rear end. So, off to the 
I hobbled.
, and associated frustrations 
and agonies that I had to contend with… and will all need doing again tomorrow!
weather for Nottingham.
made a fantastic job of fitting on for me. Thanks, mate, a great job well done! As you can see in the photograph above left, Israel’s fitting was so good that I could, with his help, get the slippers on top of the strappings. I was very impressed!
Flying around seagulls caught my eye a little earlier through the balcony windows. I went out to investigate. I believe they were all hunting for birds, rats and squirrels to eat for tea. I watched their ploy for an hour; it was fascinating.
Here is the answer to the little puzzle.
Potatoes – slow oven cooked.
to seasoning the spuds, I only had white cheddar extra strong cheese, now out of my favourite, usual Red Leicester Cheese. 
After consuming every bit of the meal, I went to get the washing up done.
evening’s dusky view. But decent ones I couldn’t do.
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, Saccades Sandra, and 
it’s not surprising.  
Typing this reminded me of my upcoming visit to the QMC, EENT, to have the eyes checked that have been done to correct the Cataracts in both. I think they may then explain the procedure/stroke treatment (Laser again?) to tackle 
left eye. I checked on the calendar; It’s on Friday the 1st of December. Tuesday, the 21st of November, is the first of four visits to the Audio Clinic on the Ropewalk. has arranged the lifts with 
to get me there and back. Then I’ll have to make sure I remember to ask 
to do it again three more times for me, and also arrange a lift there and back for the QMC ENNT visit; life’s a bugger at times. 
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before leaving. I’m not drinking anything before going out to avoid the pouch filling and having nowhere to empty it in private! Cause it will mean the removal of the trousers to get at it, and having to struggle to rearrange the re
, to protect poor little 
when it goes back on… Remember to take the hearing aids with me to the Ropewalk and all spectacles 
with me to the EENT. January radiology at the City Hospital, then the FND assessment at the Mental Health Nuthall Hospital in Bulwell is coming up…
started tormenting me straight away. I really didn’t realise just how many things I had done wrong in the past. Mistakes, wrong choices made, and lamentable decisions I’d taken and made. at one point, had me believing that getting shot the first time was my own stupid fault! He would not ease up, so I clambered out of the recliner and hobbled into the kitchen to put the 
kettle on. 
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s I have, happen in the wet room. Showering or shaving. Tsk! Whimp!
who put the 
made the second call. What a treasure. After mentioning the telephone and alarm problem to the gal, she took the machines to pieces and then rang a number she found for the supplier. Next, sh
. As I raised my gargantuan bellied mass up onto my poorly damaged legs, the Nocturnal Nibbling signs, 
have yet to discover where precisely that it landed.
A short but painful
began.
against the metal chair wheel.
offer. As you can see, they were not particularly good.
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, but could I find the mobile phone? No!
I placed the waste bags into two larger ones near the front door.
Then I started a Sherlock Holmesian investigation into where the TV remote and Nokia phone were hiding from me. Starting with the front room, naturally. An hour or so later, I’d already found the Nokia. It was in plain sight on the ottoman tray, next to the soda and to
nic bottles, of which I have to drink four litres minimum a day. Theoretically, so as to assist the flow of urine from the infected bladder out into the day or nocturnal pouches. 
The photo gives it away, dunnit? Hehehe!
As with all the visits today, no doubt about it, 
This early morning shot of the balcony windows shows how cold it was today to start with, anyway.
At 09:30hrs, Carer Chris arrived and got me the leg and ankle straps. Issued the medications, had a drinkie, which I insisted upon, and shot off on his rounds.
Odeing then blogging tackled, but it was the usual error-ridden affair for several hours. Think I spent an equal amount of time correcting things.
PM Clouds are beautiful!
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Half an hour later, with the sun having a last bash at getting through… Still lovely, though.
I bet you spotted this one?
Took these as I got the potatoes in the oven.
Yep. it might be a chimney? 
Taste-~Rating: 7.3/10.
Washing the pots, I took this late-night shot from the kitchenette window… 
leaving the hot water tap running to go cold as I did so. I cursed myself a few times and almost spat in disgust at my regular occurring tap-leaving on! 
I can recall them all. 
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carping on at me, it was another frustrating, barely tolerable day at moments. With misappropriate, miscomprehending mental mind meanderings, making anything simple seemed to be a mountain to tackle! Messy!
, and the cycle of freeing myself from his grip begins again. I seem to do this in auto mode; the short-term memory can have greatly opposite benefits,
turn into a 
, then the tormenting bafflements sink in. 
took over when I realised that, yet again, I got the order from Asda all wrong. I’d have bet money on double-checking and finding it right, but no! I intended and thought I’d ordered it for next Thursday. It came this morning! Can I get any help with this problem? Of course not. One becomes aware of The mind’s fallibilities whenever Doreen Dementia… No, I forgot, nowadays it is, of course, it’s 
failing, typing and sensing with the finger ends, which causes some complicated issues with the computer at times. However, at this moment, my brain seems concentrated on what I’m doing? These odd moments of semi-clarity never last for long; they never do. Sadly.
Don’t recall why I took two of these?
But I took them, so I put them on.
Morning view.
Rotten photo of the rotten-tasting mug of tea.
Selected small Anya potatoes in the crock pot.
I forgot to ask the Carer to put the 
Self-medicationings attended to.
I did it again. Ordered Asda for the wrong day!
The fridge and freezer were well stocked. Tsk!
Crafty!
Lightening up now.
Blogging away…
arrived. Bringing some prescription medications and a bag from the District Nurse’s clinic.
Just after sunset.
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The one of tea today!
Waste bags collated.
Computing.
Getting properly miffed at this!
Green gunge cleaner & freshener
First two bags were emptied.
Next bag.
Another bag.
I realised that many items had been delivered, not charged for, that I didn’t order!
Posh biscuits, Amaretti and Biscotti.
Orange juice and Mayo.
Custard Creams.
Garlic Paste.
Coffee.
Parsnips.
Box of 12 cans of cat food.
The Sourdough Soda Bread was irresistible. I heavily buttered two slices and had some tomatoes with them.
It’s a late afternoon shot.
Early evening shot.
I got a call from the Doctor’s surgery about the INR confusion over appointments. I’ll explain the situation at that moment: I’d just decided to phone JS about the items delivered that were not mine… 
, the JS problem. Then, just as a 
dawned… my mobile rang. 
Medications removed all of the 
for me.
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All three waste bags were put in one big one.
As per usual, this is a poor morning kitchen view shot.
Ut a while later, I did manage a decent one of the Chestnut Way end car park. The mudslide just forming.
The rain came next.
Turned up. Had a natter as he got the job of getting on the 
As he was dishing out the medications, the intercom rang out. It was Nurse Hristina from the DVT Anticoagulation Warfarin Clinic… Gawd, I love her!
She did the 
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Spent many hours on the blog and Word file. Nearly as long as I did on the 
Made a brew of Glengettie.
I finally took a decent photo 
Cor Blimey, a half-decent evening shot, too!
Fishless fish-sticks. Anya potatoes, the last of the tomatoes, pickled cooked beetroot, and two bread rolls slathered with Non-Butter butter.
Taste Rating: 8.2/10.
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in tow. 
kind Carers.
and painful exercise. To mask the pain of forcing things along, I had a go at the crossword book. Then, I counted the cracks in the ceiling and spots of dirt 
on the floor and mat. Eventually, a grindingly hurtfully slow evacuation began. 
I thought a mug of Glengettie might settle the tummy, and I made a strong brew and drank it… That did me no good!
The tea went cold again.
In the second photo, at last, I captured a shot of Venus in which you can actually almost see the planet!
such views of beauty. While tellurians continue eating, bullying, murdering, killing and hating each other. 
I used 
and CorelDrawed in an additional graphic on an arm and finger. At the time, I think I had an amusing quip in mind to add to it… but with the attention of 
The Nosh!
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Another good-coloured nocturnal pouch of wee-wee. Hehe!
Struggled out of the £300 second-hand shop bought, c1966. Moth-eaten, bedraggled, cringingly-beige-coloured, grotty, dilapidated, crumb-containing from my nocturnal nibblings, bug-ridden, itch-inspiring, not working recliner. And into the kitchen to get some potatoes in the crock-pot to have later… much later on.
Barely discernable in this shot is Venus.
Emptied the three waste bags into one. Last night’s was not taken, I spotted.
Grafting away at making misreckonings, goofs, errors, typographical & grammatical cock-ups, blunders, and the usual selection of general mistakes while working on this blog opening. I was so very annoyed with myself. 
Lovely cloud formations…
Developing early in the day.
Richard got the ankle and leg straps attached to my limbs. I was as much use a fart-in-a-cullendar to help him. Bravely, he persisted and got them right after several tries. Dealt out the medications. And rubbed some Phorpain Gel into 
did the midday call. Painkillers and I declined to have any of the 
So, it had to be done, and it was. 
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View to the right… no, left!
A brew of Glengettie tea.
Getting dark earlier today.
Getting the very late nosh sorted, took these shots.
I tried a close-up again. Not too good, but different?
Sliced the cooked spuds and added the vegetable soup on the hob. Gently heated it after adding some seasonings first. 
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05:00hrs: Decent colour to the urine.
I’d been wakened so often overnight with the discomforts. Photo taken as I lay here in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner… coping with the pains as I had done all night from a vicious, obviously upset by something 
I tried to take a decent shot on the balcony.
I failed again. Fed up with this! Hehe!
Got the waste bin content into a bag.
Made a brew of Glengettie.
Came as I started on the Saturday post updating. He kindly gave me a good dosing with the 
It’s never hurt before to have the gel rubbed in, but did this time. He got the medications sorted, and we had a mini-natter – which consisted mainly of me moaning. Tsk!
By the time I got around to putting this on, it was…
It was so Pareidolianiable!
Hahaha!
Got the extremity medicationings done.
to 
Made the second mug of tea, permitted.
Putting the above answer on, got me thinking about Nottingham’s old trolleybus service. I dug out this photo below, 
The row of Standard Vanguard, and Austin Cambridge black & white taxis against Slab Square. The Council House was in the background. The Vauxhall Victor car, on South Parade, and the West Bridgford number 21 bus, in glorious colours, an AEC Regent Five. 
I’m getting absolutely, thoroughly fed up to my two back teeth left, with these visits! Maybe this problem could be part of the reason for the back and stomach pains? 
Late afternoon shots from the kitchen.
The one below is of the bottom field in front of the flats.
Arrived and did his thing.
This one through the kitchen window, it was raining a bit.
Then the end car park.
The rain stopped for a while and I took this one.
It came out to be of very poor quality.
and see if they can out the gel on the regular prescription.
Taste-Rating: 9.2/10. Nice, very nice!
Mystery Photo. I can’t recall taking this at all, or why?